Stranger Things

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

blake kathryn
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies

@theartofmadeline
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ellievsbear
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
ojovivo
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shark vs the universe
Sade Olutola
Game of Thrones Daily
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@greyinparmagi
Fluffies bunnies
Vinnoth Krishnan
Crowley watched as Aziraphale’s worn, frumpy clothes faded into brilliant robes of scarlet and violet, the fabric rippling like water. A gilded belt with an empty scabbard appeared around his waist as Aziraphale’s pearl-like wings materialised onto the physical plane.
Aziraphale’s face did not change, but the slightly careworn features and lines around his eyes and mouth faded, making his visage appear so much younger. His pale skin seemed to glow with an inner fire that was warm rather than the coldness Crowley remembered from Heaven. The light finally pooled around Aziraphale’s head in a brilliant halo before swirling around his brow and fading into a gleaming golden coronet that was the symbol of rank for Principalities. The band shone like liquid fire, the rainbow hued gems sparkling against Aziraphale’s wavy hair.
Commissioned artwork by @whiskerdrops for her absolutely beautiful fic, Soar![You can read it here!] I had a lot of fun referencing and inspiring Aziraphale’s clothing to the medieval interpretations of Angels; it’s a different experience and I very much enjoyed doing it :D Thank you so much again for comissioning me <3
Birilerine kırgınken ya da sinirliyken en çok kendime zarar verdiğimi fark ettim. Yani herkes bir yerlerde devam ederken, her şey akıp giderken göğsünde koca bir alev topuyla yaşamak en çok kendine haksızlıkmış. Affedememek yorucu bir his.
bir silgi gibi tükendim ben. başkalarının yaptıklarını silmeye çalıştım. mürekkeple yazmışlar oysa ben kurşun kalem silgisi idim. azaldığımla kaldım.
Kendi kendini bitirdiğin için teşekkür ederim. Ben seni başka türlü silemezdim.
Sök maskelerini, vur suratlarına doğruları!
Sahte samimiyetinizi sikeyim.